Hic Sunt Dracones

So last night I went and watched She’s out of my league, and I did laugh some, and oh my I did cringe some, but that’s not important.

It had Mrs Forman as the guy’s mum and then now as I sit on the couch I’m watching Red Forman as the Chief of Staff in Broken Arrow. Yup… true story.

“The guy” by the way is Jay Baruchel, who you remember from Fan Boys, but also from Almost Famous where I remember him being one of the male groupie guys chasing the bands.

On the previous discussion of films that are the same but different how did I miss Surrogates versus Gamer

Oh hey, the bomb just cut to 2:13, super.

Heq saved the front page of stufffrom being blank, so I guess that’s a bullet dodged. Good job Heq. He also posted photos of me punching out, then eating out(?) a loaf of bread. I suspect many people would have grown out of that carry on by now. But apparently not me. I did it all for the cookie.

On my elongated ride home today I came across a guy on the corner of Victoria and Burnley trying to hail a taxi in essentially the middle of the intersection. He wasn’t standing in traffic, but he was in the middle of one side of the intersection. No idiot child, the taxis will not stop for you there. Stop being dumb.

If you’re looking for, and lets be honest who isn’t, a recommendation on dental floss, I present to you the REACH “Clean Paste”, I rate it as nice, in the same way I’ve rated all previous dental floss as shit.

So, I don’t know why I was watching it, except that I’d finished watching Fanboys and couldn’t be bothered sitting through There Will Be Blood, but along came The Core and watch it I did. Yeeees. And why the hell not, with Delroy Lindo blasting holes in rocks and my man DJ Qualls rocking them Internets.

[when asked what it would take to get the ship ready within 3 months]
Dr. Ed ‘Braz’ Brazzelton: [laughing] Fifteen billion dollars… I…
General Thomas Percell: [with straight face] Will you take a check?
Dr. Josh Keyes: Why don’t you use a credit card? You get miles.

And as I watched it, I wondered where our fourth favourite 90210er was, Mister Luke Perry. Turns out, he was in Descent, a different movie, where them government folk (including WORF) are up to no good, and have caused blah, and now have to get meh to drive into the center of the Earth to do foo to save us all. Which explained a lot. Well, it explained why Luke Perry wasn’t in the film I was watching.

And I got to wondering.

I got to wondering, what’s DJ Qualls up to after Road Trip? (Well, Delta Farce, but I haven’t seen that, and The New Guy was before Road Trip, but I digress, and sound a bit like a stalker), BUT, er, sadly he is up to Road Trip! Again, with the direct to DVD… oh dear.

Meanwhile, did you know Luke Perry’s real name is “Coy Luther Perry III”?

But I also got to wondering, do we have a word for this “Couple of films with the same plot withing a very short period of time”? Is it simply that someone comes up with a good (enough) plot, gets it green lighted and enough info leaks out that someone else figures, “hey what the hell?” and picks up the ball and runs with it? Is it semi rational on the basis of some funky economic shenanigans whereby if you have one supermarket and open a second one next to it the total custom will actually increase on average across both stores? Is it nothing like this at all? Is it simply that all script writers are depressed that their (to quote Dan) “hot-teen-vampires-facing-contemporary-life-issues-in-Malibu pilot didn’t get picked up”, and have nothing better to do than ninja a plot and head for the (Hollywood) hills – or closest film studio thereof? Or er, stuff?

I’m looking at YOU:

• Volcano and Dante’s Peak
• A Bug’s Life and Antz
• Armageddon and Deep Impact
• Rob Roy and Braveheart
• and most recently, The Prestige and The Illusionist

And I’m looking at YOU Sunshine to provide me with some commentary around this, kkthxbi.

Then today after work I fired up some Apple.com/trailers and what did I see, but Repo Men, what the HELL? I thought. Didn’t we just have Repo: The Genetic Opera?! Yes, we did. I went and learned about Anthony Stewart Head, and y’all did too. So I watched the trailer, and have you watched it yet? Do so. Done so?

Good.

And so I watched the trailer, and WHAT THE?! Seriously?! The same God damn plot. OK, obviously not, but the same: replacement organs, debt, vaguely hot girl, more debt, collection, plot, plot, OH NOES, plot etc?! REALLY Hollywood? This being the Internet, someone had my back with an extended list on the IMDB forums.

Of course, this thunder signifies nothing. I’ll watch it, and I’ll like it. How could I not? Ghost Dog vs. Sky Captain. HA! browsing the cast list, and we see Ashleigh Hubbard making her big screen debut as… Hot Girlfriend… Still, I guess someone has to. And she’s going to be in Kick Ass too, so ya know, her stock must be on the way up. Wish mine was.

Dan’s here in a few days. So we’re driving to Broken Hill. Requests for photos of Dan performing immoral acts while I tear through upper Victoria will be actioned on a first in first served basis.

PS, “In a poll of hundreds of scientists about bad science fiction films, The Core was voted the worst.”

DRIBBLE OVER. For now.

Man, the end of The Transporter with it’s stupid cessna shit really chaps my arse. But the “What kind of shit am I in?” “Very deep shit.” is amusing, and really I can hate on Jason Stratham, he’s awesome. Did you know Vinnie Jones is in UK Celebrity Big Brother? Well he is. And now you know. So too is Bass Hunter, who you probably don’t know, unless you’re into some kind of dance music that I can’t name (though it don’t sound like handbag to me), or you’re a Warcraft player who is into DOTA. I don’t really recall how I know this either, although it is certainly the fault of the BBC.

At the RATM concert I ticked off “shirtless sweaty guy at a rock concert” from the list of things to do, and after my run on Sunday I can tick off another. “Shirtless runner guy who probably shouldn’t be shirtless”, but in my defence, directly prior to that I was “embaressing bleeding from the nipple runner guy.” Nobody wins in that scenario. Nobody. I have BodyGlide for inner thigh chafing and it worms very well, on he chest it might not be up to the task. As Ben is no doubt saying, time I get myself a sports bra I guess.

Yesterday in Melbourne was rather warm, but last night in Melbourne was nasty. An overnight low of 30.6 at ten to nine the next morning? Yah boo sucks to that. I actually thought I slept OK, but then again I was up, showered and sitting downstairs with my head in my hands drinking orange juice by 7:30 in the morning. So perhaps not. We did fire up our purloined portable aircon for the first time this summer, but its ability to do sod all to upstairs persists. Walking up the stairs passes you through one of them temperature gradiant thingies. And you end up melting. Also, temperature gradiant is probably not the term I’m looking for, but this WP app keeps eating parts of my posts, so I refuse to go look it up. You can, if you’re game.

I had an epic fail on Thursday and I’m a bit mopey, in a related note I handed in my notice before Christmas, so have only two more weeks of work. Wowza. Posts may be even more sporadic till I resolve things.

For the record, I don’t actually run. I lurch. Like a zombie. Still, cardio.

Briefly: So they’re going to resume searching for the Air France Flight 447 black box in Feb next year, and that seems really hard core. It’s presumably about 7000m underwater in the middle of the Atlantic and it will have stopped sending out signals by now. (30 days from activation, oh and also, apparently operates to just over 6K down, so that’s a bit unlucky too (seem to be diffrering accounts of the assumed depth of wreckage, 6K or 7K, either way, a long way down)) When they were first searching they had a hopefully live signal and they had a nuclear sub and an Orion and assorted other things looking, and they didn’t find it? If they find it now, using only passive means they are crazy awesome.

But what I was more interested in the Beeb’s article was:

Maarten Van Sluys, one of the relatives [said] it was important to remember that 178 bodies had yet to be recovered. He said: “We have expectations of recovering these remains and giving them a dignified burial.”

Now I hope that I’m never in the situation of wanting anyone that I love recovered in this way, but by the time the search resumes it will have been around nine months since the plane went down. I don’t know how long a body takes to decompose in the ocean, but surely nine months in the ocean is enough? Unless this is one of those situations where being seven kilometers below the surface helps protect the body, through the cold or something? But I’m not thinking they’re going to find much – unless they can find a big chunk of the plane, hopefully with something that will allow the families to bury.

OK this is making me come off as more than a cock than normal, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t hold out hope, because it seems like a long time. I can’t answer this question to my satisfaction as Google is being a bit vague on the time-line for body decomposition in salt water. Although I found this interesting Salon article on a Body Farm.

Oh yeah, and it seems vaguely important that we all take note that Blackwater renamed itself Xe (ya know, after the currency conversion website)

PS. The idea of them becoming a division of the CIA is horrifying, and enough for me to go looking for my tinfoil fedora.

But Animal still rules. And this video makes me smile. And I have yet to post anything else. So here it is, a single you tube link. I should get my own blog mmk? K.

Ah screw it, I’ll add two more. One you haven’t heard but should have:

I just like the chorus, it sounds super (thanks for asking). I really should make it my ring tone. And then there is this, which you probably haven’t heard, unless of course you’re my friend, which is actually reasonably likely if you’re reading this, but I digress.

I can’t actually find a decent citation on the Muhammad Ali quote.

So, daylight savings huh? Not all it’s cracked up to I’ve come to think. The problem seems to be that this tricksy late evening sun sloths me around. I keep delaying things sitting around my room or on the couch downstairs thinking I’m still good, it’s still light out, I’m still good… And then it’s 8:30 and I’m all wut? So I go for a run in the dusk.

Yeah, I know, fucking tough break huh?

This example blog brought to you by iphone.wordpress.org, as a tram trundels me down the streets of Melbourne. Super duper.